scuity was that again I
took the clap, which laid me up some weeks, and made it again needful to
open my piss-pipe by surgical tubes.

Then I was timid, used French letters, and took to carrying them in my
purse again, but always hated them. Often my cock stiff as a boring-iron
would shrink directly the wet gut touched it, and compelled me to frig
up to near the crisis before I could insert it in the skin. Sometimes it
would not stiffen completely till up the women. I used to drop my tool
in a state of partial rigidity into the letter, then thumb it slowly up
the lady's orifice; then the warmth, the clip, the buttocks wagging, and
the look at the belly and thighs between which I was working brought
it to the proper stiffness. I usually had the ladies at the side of the
bed, when wearing these cundums.

Sometimes my passions overcame my prudence, and a fair lady for her
favors got her price. Then I was filled with regrets, and had to content
myself with a feel for some time, or wait days till I could afford the
full gratification of my senses with another woman, because I had not
the money. Then I fell again on my five shilling offers. About this
cunt-feeling there was something very peculiar in me: unless I liked the
look of the woman I did not like to feel up her cunt, and after I had
been groping used to spit on my fingers, and rub them dry, and the smell
off of them on to my handkerchief.

Some little time after my clap however I came into a better income
through the death of a relative. It was small, but made a difference
to me of great importance. I spent it all on myself, that is to say on
cunt, and although some of my country relatives must have known I had
come into the property, those most interested in knowing it I believe
never did. I now longed for nice women whom I could talk and spend the
money with. The rapid business-like fucking in the baudy houses was
not to my taste, I had scarcely gone to the Argyle Rooms, then not many
years opened, for fear that my taste for nicety of manner and something
more than mere cunt might lead me into an expenditure still far beyond
my means.

It used to wound my pride to hear a woman jeer at my offer, or say,
"What the devil do you take me for", or walk away wagging her rump with
offended dignity when she heard five shillings named, or say she would
frig me for the money. Now I could offer more I was more happy in my
mind; but there are a few adventures to be told bef